Tequila for breakfast

Tequila for breakfast

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 -Morning…what time is it?-

-Maybe 6 o clock. Is your birthday today, isn’t it? happy birthday Frida… it’s sunny outside-

He said as he looked out the window with a ray of sunshine lighting up only half of his face. 

She was watching him in astonisment. Wild long hair on his shoulder,  deep blu eyes. Handsome. It was impossible to stop looking at him. 

A man, at the end.  After the “I-don’t want -I don’t- need-a man” period, maybe longer than expected. Him, a total stranger…The stranger. She had fallen into the trap of his gaze in a couple of second, maybe less. 

Three nights before, friday, at the Queen of Hoxton. She didn’t like the club, she had nothing to do in that place.  It was not her choice that club, was there for a matter of casualty, dancing alone and trying not to think about this…

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